So. My parents got divorced when I was young. I don’t know exactly when. But I have no real memories of them married. Just some weird flashes of an Irish Setter we had named Shea.


They both got re-married pretty soon. There’s speculation among the other famiky members as to why. But I really don’t care anymore. They used to try & tell me stories about whichever side they liked least. But again, who cares. And Im going to try to not throw anyone under the bus, especially when I don’t have all the facts.

So my dad married a lady named Cathy. She raised me as her own. I should call her. (they’re divorced now, I’ll get to that later)

My mom married a guy who didn’t treat her well at all. He was a prick, and abusive. But he had money. I do remember going to my first concert with my mom & his son. It was Kiss, I think 1977, at the Hampton Colosseum. We were in the nosebleed seats. But I remeber having fun.

My timeline is screwed up. Because I also remember my mom taking me to star wars at the Janaf theatre. So she must have married him a little later. Because she was living in a shitty apartment behind the shopping center.

Anyway, thats all I’ve got today.

Also, this blog will be extremely ADD. Meaning, I will probably write short installments while sitting on a milkcrate having a smoke behind my kitchen. Then sometimes write some ling drawn out shit while bored at home. Then go 2 weeks without writing anything. May take weeks to actually get to me cooking. This is the start of a memoir of sorts. Thanks.

Ok, so not sure what I’m going to write about just yet. Im a 43 year old chef. Just in the last year got to some level of success & responsibility. I have had issues with drugs, alcohol, law enforcement and people in the past. I’m just going to try and write an honest (at least from my perception of things) account of who and what I am and how I got to where I am today.

And for people offended by foul language and non pc talk, skip this one, I don’t care to hear your thoughts.